"Sorry, I need to take this call."
In the humble office of the small village school, Ning Fan took out his phone, gave the old principal an apologetic smile, and then stepped outside.
After confirming the call was from Xu Ruolan, Ning Fan first felt puzzled, and then quickly guessed something. He hurriedly answered the call.
"My boss, are you missing me already? It's only been a few days and you're already calling me. If you really miss me that much, I'll come back to you right away!"
The out-of-tune voice came from the phone, Xu Ruolan slightly frowned, unusually not pursuing the matter further.
"Ning Fan, Situ Yuanhua is dead."
After informing Ning Fan of this incident, Xu Ruolan's expression became focused. She pricked up her ears, ready to catch any slipups in Ning Fan's tone that followed.
Frankly, Situ Yuanhua's death was good news for Xu Ruolan because this guy was definitely not going to let Xu Ruolan and Ning Fan off the hook following Situ Nan's death. He had decided to take revenge.
It was also for this reason that Ning Fan made up his mind to eliminate this ticking time bomb.
At the same time, when Xu Ruolan heard about Situ Yuanhua's death, her first reaction was to think of Ning Fan, as well as the events of the previous night.
She was attacked last night but was saved by someone, and the news of Situ Yuanhua's death spread throughout Zhonghai City the next day.
These two events were definitely related, and they might also be related to Ning Fan.
Xu Ruolan, who had already secretly concluded that Ning Fan was the one who had taken down Situ Nan, did not seek to blame him upon hearing the news of Situ Yuanhua's death but was worried about him instead.
"Situ Yuanhua is dead?" Ning Fan's tone carried a hint of surprise, as if he knew nothing about it.
"Hahaha, good riddance! Is he really dead? Was he struck down by a bolt of heavenly lightning?"
Immediately after, Ning Fan excitedly exclaimed again.
Ning Fan's ability to play dumb had reached the pinnacle of perfection; his tone didn't reveal a single flaw.
Even Xu Ruolan, with her demon-like intelligence, couldn't find any fault in his tone at that moment and could only ask helplessly, "You really don't know about this?"
"Boss, what are you talking about? I'm in a small orphaned village; pots don't just fall from the sky, do they?"
Ning Fan used a tone full of grievance, as if Xu Ruolan's words had wounded his heart.
On the other end of the phone, Xu Ruolan fell silent for a while, probably thinking about something.
At that point, Ning Fan continued, "Boss, Situ Yuanhua is dead, and it has nothing to do with us. He must have died because heaven couldn't stand it anymore!"
In the end, Xu Ruolan responded softly.
"Be careful over there."
"Yeah, yeah, you don't need to worry about me. I'm hanging up now!"
After hanging up the call, Ning Fan let out a sigh of relief and subconsciously wiped the sweat from his face.
"That was close!" said Ning Fan with lingering fear, thinking of Xu Ruolan's current suspicious attitude and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Close to what? What bad thing have you been up to now?"
Suddenly, a voice full of suspicion came from nearby, startling Ning Fan.
Turning his head, Ning Fan saw Zhang Shiya looking at him with a suspicious expression on her face.
"Your girlfriend?" Zhang Shiya asked, with a somewhat subtle intonation that made Ning Fan feel like he was being caught in an affair.
As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Ning Fan shook his head, thinking he was overanalyzing.
He casually responded, "She's the beautiful CEO of my company."
"Do you have feelings for her?"
"Hehe, what do you think?"
"I think you definitely have a larcenous heart!"
"Actually, not to hide it from you, I have a larcenous heart for you as well..."
Ning Fan suddenly put on an act of bashful coyness, like that of a demure young woman, which caused Zhang Shiya's face to turn alternating shades of white and red.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore. I'm going to find the headmaster!"
Having said that, Ning Fan headed toward the headmaster's office, leaving Zhang Shiya behind with a complex expression, standing still and watching his retreating figure.
After returning to the office, the headmaster quickly came over with a look of joy, saying, "Xiao Fan, I've already contacted the construction team, and we can start work tomorrow!"
"Headmaster, there's really no rush for this."
Ning Fan watched the headmaster, bemused, as the headmaster was already eager to renovate the school less than a day after having received several million from Zhu Ba's boss.
The headmaster, however, was very serious: "I have to show you the money being put to good use! This is several million we're talking about, we can't be careless!"
"It's alright, I trust you, don't I?" Ning Fan said with a smile, knowing that the headmaster wanted to reassure him, to show him that the money was truly being spent on the school's construction.
In fact, Ning Fan wasn't worried at all. He didn't dare claim he knew everyone in the small orphan village, but when it came to the headmaster, he could confidently vouch for his sincere and wholehearted consideration for the poor students of the village.
"Xiao Fan, I really can't thank you enough!"
The headmaster was also very moved, his eyes brimming with tears, thinking about how the village children would have a better learning environment, all thanks to Ning Fan, the headmaster felt he must make this undertaking a success.
Ning Fan stayed another day in the village, during which he spent a considerable amount of time with Aunt Yun.
The next day, a construction team marched impressively into the small orphan village, and all the villagers came over to join in the excitement.
The entire school was suddenly abuzz with noise and very lively.
Ning Fan was also invited by the headmaster to come and observe.
"Big brother, we've looked at the blueprints, but don't rush to lay the foundation. Wait until the Feng Shui Master has seen it, then it won't be too late to start!"
The headmaster told the contractor not to start work yet. Although they already had rough blueprints for the school expansion, laying the foundation couldn't be done carelessly; they needed to choose a location with good Feng Shui.
This time the headmaster had invited some Feng Shui Masters who would be arriving shortly.
He wasn't a superstitious person, but after all, it was a significant event. There was no harm in doing it with a bit of pomp, and it was an opportunity to seek some good fortune.
Upon hearing this, Ning Fan couldn't help but twitch his mouth; he didn't expect the headmaster to have this concern.
However, Ning Fan didn't object. If they were going to check Feng Shui, then so be it. He would oversee the process too since he, as the successor to Guiguzi, had some understanding of Feng Shui.
About ten minutes later, a few Feng Shui Masters dressed in long robes arrived at the small orphan village – they looked like several elderly men. Once they arrived, the headmaster went to greet them.
"We'll leave it to the masters now to choose a favorable site."
"No problem, no problem!"
The leading small old man exchanged a long meaningful look with the headmaster, who then pulled out a red envelope and handed it over. After receiving it, the few old men started gleefully to give their directions.